We Awoke To Five Machine Guns

we awoke to five machine guns staring at us all were American made therein a comfort another American in a foreign land the caveat, Federales were holding them we were naked Sally from the Alley and i wanted to ask us a few questions i made my way to my pants promising God, if you would get me out of this one i will never touch another drop the caveat, never promise in haste as she arose five machine guns followed her half-naked across the room the caveat, opportunity invites celerity quickly i slipped my grip on the rum two swallows down Paul's epistle to Timothy a little wine for thy stomach's sake and your frequent ailments such as my hangovers on the other bed lay Tennyson, Kerouac, Yeats, Dickinson playing deaf and dumb along with a quarter pound of smoke i will give you five to one they take the smoke and leave the poets alone the caveat, they did well gentlemen say i none spoke English i will give you five to one i will get out of this God pities drunks and idiots already two get-out-of-jail-free cards i did after hours of questioning a refresher course on Mexican law and the realization come morning the reason for all of this i would be burying another friend because of alcohol just when you have life figured it slaps the smile away Fergus Falls 96 The Patient Stones “The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom...You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.” William Blake, Proverbs of Hell